Date: Wed, 1 Jun 2005 10:09:23 -0700
From: Jon Hold
Subject: Sacked Again (2nd Sacked Story)
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Jon
Sacked Again
by Jon Hold
jonhold@earthlink.net
Copyright 2002 by Jon Hold
After Dad copped my cherry in the feedmill he and I were always on the
lookout for chances. Any chance, if for nothing more than a quick pat
fanny, grope dick. I got very easy about touching Dad's body, and having
him touch mine. Dad and I started sharing the bathroom together. We never
locked the door and Mom walked in on us several times to put fresh towels
in the closet and such. Once she even walked in on us when Dad was teaching
me to shave, his cock up my ass, his body holding me and my boner against
the sink. Mom put the new soap in the shower and then came over and felt my
fresh shaven cheek.
"My little boy is growing up." she said wistfully, kissing my still soapy
smoothness.
Dad just chuckled and patted Mom's fanny as he kissed her cheek. Mom left
the room with half a tear in her eye while Dad went back to teaching me how
to shave while receiving a good fuck.
Dad really liked fucking me in the shower and would even squat down so I
could fuck him if I got him worked up good. Dad got in the habit of
sleeping with me in my bed when mom was having her monthlies, something I
looked forward to with great eagerness, as did my Dad. He'd fuck me royally
the whole time Mom was cramping and bleeding, usually a whole week. By the
end of the week I'd be walking like a cowboy and keeping a hanky in my
underpants to catch all the jism leaking from my bruised butthole.
Dad and I worked closely together. We worked hard and concentrated on our
work. We always took small chances to touch each other, to pat an ass or
feel a hot and sweaty muscle. To give a dick a quick rub or to cuddle up a
bit and give a hug. I learned how to get down on my knees and suck cock one
day when I got horny watching Dad as we pissed out in a field. I discovered
that I loved the taste of Dad's cock, especially if I got to him before he
took a shower after fucking Mom. I even liked the taste of the few drops of
his pee that I could get if I were quick enough to get him before he shook
off. Best of all though was the mouthfuls of thick oyster sauce Dad could
fill my mouth with if I asked just right. Dad even liked to suck me off,
but that had to be when we had plenty of time because he always got so
worked up that he'd have to give my ass an extra-hard fucking when he was
done sucking me dry.
We had a big order and were working hard in the sweet feed mill one hot day
when Grandpa walked in. He froze when he saw that we were working naked,
but then just grinned and gave me a quick hug before giving his son a kiss
on the cheek. Grandpa then quietly went into the bathroom and put his
clothes on the hook next to Dad's. He came out and started breaking open
the bales of alfalfa hay and feeding them into the mill as well as keeping
all the bins topped up and feeding smoothly. Dad concentrated on keeping
the mixture right and making sure the bags weighed out properly. I kept on
stitching and stacking the sacks, even with the added distraction of
surreptitiously checking out Gramps' hot body.
Grandpa's thick thatch of dark blonde body hair was graying, but that just
seemed to make him look hotter, more mature. His heavy musculature and
thick neck definitely stated that here was a dominant bull of a man who was
used to working hard and being in charge. His balls made me think of a bull
again. Great hen's egg sized balls pulled heavily at a long sac from over a
third of the way down to Gramps knees. As Gramps began to really sweat the
slick fluid would runnel down his bag and collect under his balls,
glistening there before some movement made the drop fall free. I was
licking my lips, wishing I could suck Grandpa's balls clean and dry.
The only thing that kept Grandpa's balls from looking ridiculous was the
ponderous thickness of his fully covered man shaft. I started thinking
about what it would taste like If Grandpa would let me clean the cheese
from under his foreskin. Dad had gotten in the habit of letting me clean
his cockhead several times a day, whether he needed a blow-job or not. I
noticed that I'd gone on the rail thinking about giving Grandpa a complete
clean-up and suck job. I blushed, but remembering how Dad had said that his
father had helped him the same way Dad was helping me, I didn't try to hide
my boner. Grandpa just smiled and winked at me. Dad was already on the rail
too, but Grandpa just seemed to be fluffing up a little bit. I worked even
harder, making sure that both my sire and his sire had plenty of chances to
see my muscles, my cock and balls, and deep into my ass crack.
When Dad finally cut the power to the mill we were about twenty bags over
what we needed and the room was sweltering hot and reeked with the smell of
randy bull, stallion and colt. Stacking the last bag carefully I ran over
to Grandpa and jumped into his arms like I used to when I was a little
kid. Grandpa grabbed my butt, just like he used to do when I was a little
kid, only this time his fingers went into my crack and two of them were
feeling my hot little hole. Dad hadn't fucked me in two days and I was
READY. I surprised Gramps by kissing him right on the lips and then
surprised him even more by darting my pointy little tongue deep into his
mouth. Grandpa pushed a thick finger from each hand into my bum and I
tightened my legs around his waist and moaned deeply into his mouth as I
pushed back to encourage his penetration.
Dad swatted my exposed ass and hooked his thumb towards the stack of sacks
I'd just built. "Why don't you show your Grandpa your new trick, Son." It
didn't take me but a second to realize that Daddy meant what he called
"Assuming the position." Eagerly I slipped out of Grandpa's arms and
scampered over to the low spot I'd left in the pile. Jumping up there like
an Olympic athlete I laid down on my back, lifted my knees and spread my
legs. Grandpa and Daddy walked over to me and Grandpa felt my smooth ass
with one hand.
"Now --- That's got to be the finest one-eyed Rosie I've felt in fifteen
years. You got it broke in and ready for use, Son?"
"You bet, Dad." my Dad said with a chuckle. "He's even more eager for it
than I was at his age."
"That takes some doing!" laughed my grandpa as he reached over and patted
and rubbed my Dad's ass. "You ready for some cock, Boy?"
Through a fog of lust it finally dawned on me that Grandpa was talking to
me. I had been fingering my own ass and staring at Grandpa. Dad's stomach
was an iron-hard plate of cast iron. Grandpa's stomach was a smooth bulge
over his graying pubic hair patch. I wanted to run my fingers all through
the thick hair on Gramps belly so I could feel his tummy. Mostly though, I
was entranced by Grampa's "manly appendage". Although it was only a little
bit thicker than Dad's, it was at least two or three inches longer and all
the veins were thick, gnarled twisting cords that turned his shaft into a
fearsome tool for tearing up a boys ass. Another scary thing was that
Grandpa's cock hood was stretched loose and just hung slackly, the front
open enough for me to see the wide piss slit hidden inside. The stretched
out look of Grandpa's foreskin got me to looking more closely and when
Gramps turned sideways to pat Daddy's ass I saw that Gramps had one of
those cockheads that flares up until it's maybe twice the diameter of his
already thick shaft. I whimpered in pain just thinking about how my old
grandfather could tear up my ass with the plenteous corrugations of his
monster boy tamer. How had my Dad ever managed to take that up his ass? I
wasn't sure how Dad did it, but I was pretty sure I was about to find out.
"Eat the boys perky pucker for me, Son, and get it ready for a good
fucking."
Dad fell to his knees and buried his face between my butt cheeks. That was
the first time I'd ever had my ass rimmed, and I made up my mind right then
and there that it wasn't going to be the last time. Dad slobbered all over
and then started eating at my asshole with great enthusiasm. Grandpa sure
had a bunch of funny names for a guys a-hole. And Dad was enjoying his
lunch. He had his tongue up inside my bung and was darting it back and
forth, getting me pretty wildly turned on. I started screaming for someone
to fuck me and Granddad moved into position, pulling Dad's head out of the
way as he shuffled closer.
Granddad put his hands on my thighs, pushing them back and outward. I felt
him touch me and reached down between my legs to guide him home. I trembled
when I felt the gnarled thickness of my grandfathers organ. Grandpa had
always taken time to tell me stories and play with me when I was a little
kid, and I knew he loved me. Now, I was about to return that love, and play
the exciting new game with him that my father had been teaching me. I was
afraid, but eager to find out if Granddad's cock felt as good inside of me
as Dad's did.
I took a firm grasp of Grandpa's fat cock and pulled him forward until I
was wiping his juicy cockhead against my wet and trembling boyhole. Pulling
Granddad's loose foreskin as far forward as possible so he could "lay track
up my ass" like Daddy said, I held the loose wad of foreskin against my
hole and pushed down like I was going to take a crap the way Dad had taught
me. Only then did I grab Grandpa's nuts and urge him forward.
Grandpa moaned and surged forward as I pulled on his long nut sack. I
screamed as Grandpa breached me and then lodged his big cockhead inside my
portal. I was crying and trembling all over, but still holding onto
Grandpa's nuts so that he couldn't retreat. Daddy was kissing me and both
men were caressing my body to help me calm down. I knew I was loved, but I
also knew that Grandpa was going to hurt me some more before he got his
entire magnificent cock inside of me. Even with the pain, I was dizzy with
lust. I loved the way Grandpa was stretching me open and I wanted to feel
him deep inside of me. Plus, it was roomier deep inside me and if I could
get his fat cockhead out of my anus, his shaft wasn't as thick and
shouldn't hurt as much.
With a grunt, I pushed down inside and lifted my hips to Grandpa, forcing
his cockhead the rest of the way inside of me. The relief and thrill was
immediate. Grandpa's thick shaft actually felt good as the soft lining of
my anus enfolded the many corrugations of the old man's incredible girth. I
moaned, this time in deep felt pleasure, as I pulled on Granddad's balls
and he, amazed at my acceptance, sank slowly into me until he was balls
deep and had no more to offer. I was spaced out and seeing stars as I felt
the dual treat of the old man's huge cockhead pumping my guts as the
convoluted and rock-hard veins covering his shaft rippled through my
channel.
I immediately started begging him to fuck me, but things were going too
fast for my grandpa to adjust. "Go ahead, Dad. Sock it to him. He's ready
and needs you to fuck his brains out."
Grandpa's eyes focused and he actually looked at me. My face a mask of pure
lust. My hips and butt sucking at him. My heels kicking in the air as I
mumbled, "Fuck me... Fuck me..." over and over. I felt the heat of animal
lust flush through Grandpa's body and he started laying pipe to me like a
sea-going sailor riding a ten-dollar whore.
That was the day I found out how good it was for a boy to have his asshole
reamed out by his grandfather. Grandpa was an experienced, mature man who
knew how to control both himself and his mount. Which I learned up close
and personal as he rode me to glory. Grandpa corkscrewed and fast and slow
fucked. He screwed in circles and he screwed from side to side. He pumped
soft and he pumped hard, slamming my shoulders and head into the wall in
the frenzy of his wild fucking while carressing my entire body as he
slowly, gently worked me over with that massive meat of his until the
frenzy of our lust drove us to wild abandon.
I came. I shot all over Grandpa. I shot all over myself. The
wall. Dad. Wads and wads of curdled boy-cum blasted all over us. Not until
my eyes cleared and I came down from my mind-blasting orgasm did I notice
Grandpa grinning down at me. I smiled back at him and he winked at me ---
and started fucking my ass all over again. I whimpered as Granddad began
putting on a demonstration of the lasting power of an older, wiser and more
experienced man. Grandpa fucked and fucked and fucked me. I came again, and
then came a third time with Dad sucking the cum from my burning dick as
Grandpa free-fucked my ass, pounding me good as I convulsed through an
immediate forth and mind-blasting orgasm. Dad nursed at me until Grandpa
wrapped my legs around his waist and lifted me off the sacks I'd so
carefully stacked into my fuckbed.
Dazed, I wrapped my arms around my grandfathers neck. He spanked my ass
three or four times until I got the idea. As drug out and exhausted from my
multiple orgasms as I was, I quickly got the idea and started bouncing up
and down, fucking myself on Gramp's throbbing prong as he caressed my
smooth ass. I was getting wild, worked up quite a sweat as I worked my
Grandpa's thick staff with my eager boy ass. Grunting, I splattered my
sweat all over grandpa and Daddy, who was behind me, alternating sucking on
his fathers nuts and licking my bruised hole and the thick shaft gliding in
and out with powerful strokes. It was a good thing that Father was keeping
me lubed up as Grandpa started to hunch up into me, slamming my ass up and
down, his hands completely enclosing my waist as he slam fucked my ass as
hard as he could. For my part, I fucked back just as hard as I could. With
me screaming on the top of my lungs and Grandpa bellowing like a bull, my
guts were totally liquid as the old man squirted my ass so full of his
thick cum that I was crying with pleasure and shot another load against my
Grandpa's belly as he filled me up.
Dad caught us and half-carried us into the bathroom and a welcome shower. I
got my ass fucked by Dad and again by Grandpa before they took me up to the
house for dinner. I walked between the two men, knowing that I was a man
now --- and that I loved my Dad and Grandpa.
END of Second Sacked Story